#i love the tenderness and the realness of this

[himezoro]

Hello!! Could you please do what it would be like to date Luffy?? He's my favorite character and I loved your Zoro headcanons!!

— tysm for requesting !! i've recently came back from my trip and still recovering from my mental breakdown lol, so writing for luffy aka my son is all i need <3 i hope it brings you joy and light ⋆˙⟡♡ i have other requests in my box and i promise to do them all, i won't let you down !!

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ : monkey d luffy's guide to relationship (check out roronoa zoro's guide here and here if you're interested)

dating monkey d luffy would include :

endless, countless and heartfelt laughters. luffy is an outgoing and fun person to be around. he's always having fun on the way of making his dream come true, making each day bright and sunny. he won't be trying that hard to make their s/o laugh, his authenticity, fearlessness and lack of danger estimation would do the trick. but expect him to yell his s/o's name everytime he pulls a prank or tests his flexibility by making funny faces. if his s/o happens to be sad, he would also try his best to cheer them up by first, making them laugh to forget about their worry. when in bed with his s/o, he would let soft and intimate laughs escape his throat when talking to them or listening to their stories. laughing is an intimate and loving act according to luffy's guide.

physical touch. luffy's a sucker for hugs, tender gestures and pdas!! he has no shame hugging his friends like a koala, but with his s/o?? they would barely be able to breath lmao. luffy would sleep with his arms fully wrapped around his s/o's back, with his chin on the top of their head, sometimes, he would sleep on top of them with his whole weight just to show "how much he loves them", or with his head on their lap. anyway, luffy’s s/o is always at arms length thanks to his ability, much to his delight. the boy's clingy, but so adorable and natural about it. however, if their s/o needs some space, luffy would understand, although a bit saddened, so expect him to ask for a hug when they're ready. if their s/o really hates physical touch, it would be difficult for luffy to adjust (he's just a big soft plushie please take care of my baby)

receiving random compliments at random times. luffy's very honest and genuine, and even though he lacks real communication skills, he never lies. therefore, if he sees their s/o with a new outfit and he finds it nice, he will vocalize it in his words. "your coat is brown like a juicy steak, it looks tasty! you should wear it more often", "your hair looks like a cloud this morning", "your eyes sparkle like lasers!!".

him being involved in his s/o's hobbies/occupations. luffy is naturally curious. people often feel like he is pestering and "in the way", which can hurt his feelings, but he is genuinely interested in his friends' activities. he has so much admiration for them. but with his s/o? luffy would not only pester and ask what they're doing, he would also be trying to learn alongside them, with stars in his eyes. if their s/o's a fighter and fighting with a particular weapon or style, luffy would sit quietly and watch for some time, clapping his hands and feet at any random movements from their body, before joining and mimicking. if their s/o was reading or doing anything more intellectual or academic, luffy would sit by them, his arms crossed on the table and his head on top and listen to them talk and tell about what they're learning. if his s/o is patient and pedagogical, he would be so happy and confident enough to ask questions. he will then brag to usopp and chopper about his recent learnings with confidence and pride, saying how "(your name) taught me!!" (he will also turn around to his s/o to check if what he's saying is correct). it is very important for luffy to know what his s/o is doing and what they like, and for them to share their activities together. because on luffy's part, he would include his s/o in every single thing, even on shenanigans with usopp and chopper if they'd like.

hungry kisses and messy makeout sessions. the first kiss with luffy was soft, quick and intimate: a simple peck on the lips. also, at the beginning of the relationship, they were few, as the captain is more of a hugger. however, when his s/o would explain luffy that kisses could involve tongue, dear lord. luffy got insatiable. with his first french kiss, the move of his tongue got so messy he let some drool escape from his lips, trailing out from his s/o's lips. he also accidently bit his s/o's bottom lip so hard it stayed swollen for a couple of days. luffy would take note on his s/o's preferences and always surprise them with that one kiss that would leave them out of breathe and shaky. during make out sessions, not only his tongue would be insatiable, but his hands as well. this boy cannot stand still, he would trail his hands all over his s/o's body, especially the inside of their thighs or their ass. oftenly, after pulling away from his lips, he would look at his s/o's eyes and say "more" before diving in again.

aside from the messy kisses from heated and hungry make outs, luffy's kisses are always spontaneous and playful. he's hanging from the chandelier with his legs around it? he'll grow his head down just he can peck his s/o's lips. his kisses are never calculated or protocolar, they're just like his sweet personality. he would try to kiss you when you eat to "taste your food", claiming that it tasted better.

learning to communicate. luffy is not a complete moron, but his communication skills and social awareness may not be the best. their s/o will have to use patience in order to have a meaningful conversation about their intimate feelings or their relationship in general. luffy is a good listener to his s/o, however, his responses are not always fitting to the matter at hand, sometimes even immature. nevertheless, luffy is a willing person, especially with his s/o. he would try his best providing more fitting responses to his s/o's matters and expressing his needs as well, especially if he feels he has been saddened by their behaviour.

entrusting him and reassuring him. of course, luffy is a confident person, not only in his skills, but also in his dream of being the King of the Pirates. however, if their s/o does not vocalize their trust in his dream, skills or character, luffy would be saddened and pouty. it could trigger his jealousy. he is the captain of a fantastic crew with fantastic people and he feels entrusted with that role, but the one trust and validation he needs is from his s/o. if their s/o compliments him or refer to him as "future King of the Pirates", he would be beaming so hard and brag about it a little.

having a number one fan and devoted partner. luffy loves all of his crewmates and would do anything for them. but his s/o is special. he would always cheer them up, be their cheerleader, talk about them at any given times (a little like tom holland with zendaya lol), protect them from the smallest ant, raise them high. he will always stand for them. if his s/o's in danger, the smallest hint of common sense hidden in his brain gets completely lost and he goes feral. he won't let anything happen to his s/o, before letting anything happen to his dream. his dream is with their s/o: there's no Pirate King with his s/o, no matter what. losing his brother already broke his heart, and he knows losing his s/o will hurt the same, so he does not let anything happen to them. <3

he's the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend, but i feel like he would rather eat from your plate than giving you his lmao. he won't mind sharing with you, but he would enjoy stealing food from your plate.

[nu-suave]

WHAT IT'S LIKE DATING SATORU

word count: 992

a/n: hi. i wanted to write satoru being emotionally vulnerable so-!

The thing with Satoru is that, despite popular belief, he doesn’t know how to be casual. If you’re in a relationship with him, he’s not going to be casual about it - once you get to know him, it’s not hard to tell that he’s cripplingly lonely. Letting someone into his life? Consider yourself lucky. Seriously. Dating him comes with a lot of vulnerability on his part. The last person he’d let this close was Getou, and it took months of flirting with him before he opened up about the man. He doesn’t have anyone to talk to about his desires, his insecurities, he has no one to be truly vulnerable with before you; it takes a long time to start dating because of it, but when you finally get there the gates flood open.

If you thought he was affectionate before you started dating, you’re in for a surprise. Any reservations he had previously (of which you didn’t even know he had) very quickly evaporate. It doesn’t take long for his favourite thing at the end of the day to become draping himself over you, head on your shoulder and arms wrapped loosely around your torso as he discusses his day. If it’s not that then he’s reclining on the couch, head cradled on your thighs as he looks up at you as you’re on your phone, watching in content silence. He’s seemingly always got a hand on you, and you consider it just a quirk of his until he quietly confides with you one day, voice thick with sleep, that he’s terrified he’ll find you not real; that you, the fragile tenderness he shares with you, the happiness and content Satoru associates with you, will not be there - either by a fiction of his imagination or something crueler, death or abandonment or any number of awful things.

Satoru loves physical intimacy - not necessarily sexual in nature, just the constant reminder that you’re there with him. He finds himself unwilling to let go of you, like it’ll shatter that intimate bubble he nurtures every time you’re together, private or otherwise. 

“Satoru, I can’t move,” you say, more a meaningless complaint than an actual accusation. He’s accosted you in the kitchen when you’re in the middle of making dinner, swooping  in after his day at work to demand your attention. As per usual, his head is nestled in your hair, one hand spread at the curve of your waist as the other sits innocuously on your shoulder. You turn towards him - forcing him to loosen his grip even as his hands slide to settle on your hips - to press a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “If you’re going to crowd the kitchen, you might as well help me cook. Grab a pot for me?”

“I’m only here to do chores for you,” he whines, lips pulling up into his characteristic smile. He’s lost the blindfold, and the bright, piercing blue of his eyes light up his pretty features, giving him a more boyish look than his typical fashion. “Be honest, do you even like me, or am I only here to be bossed around?”

“Of course I love you,” you say plainly. “Don’t play dumb. Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest? Surely you can boil some water.”

“You misuse my skills,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your temple before moving to do as asked. He never actually puts up a fight when you ask him to do things; you could even say a part of him thrills at the notion of you bossing him around the kitchen, indulging in the mundanity that Gojou Satoru, the Strongest, is very rarely allowed to experience.

Whenever you reciprocate his affections - reach out first, lean into his side, ply him with sweet words and even sweeter actions - his heart feels it could burst out of his chest. Whenever you initiate anything, whether it be tugging him closer before you fall asleep or suggesting ideas of where to go out to eat, a part of him is newly thrilled and flustered each time. He’s not used to this tenderness, this reciprocity. He treats it in his heart like something delicate that he’s terrified of losing, and ecstatic to experience over and over.

He tries to keep things relatively light-hearted, tone constantly dipping into teasing or playful and veering away from solemnity. It’s his way of preserving this bit of peace he has, shuttering his heart away from the almost inevitable breakdown of your relationship. It takes you a while to pick up on it, but once you do, you’re quick to call him out on it.

“Don’t do that,” you scold, and for once you sound genuinely annoyed. “You think I can’t tell when you’re trying to play it off? You need to tell me when these things upset you, Satoru. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, the apology sweet on his tongue, “I’m not used to having good things stay in my life. Can you blame me for trying to preserve it?”

You huff, letting him pull you closer through your linked hands. His fingers lace through yours properly, flexing and unflexing against your own. “The best way to preserve our relationship is to be honest with me, Satoru. I’m not going to be upset with you for being bothered by things.”

Even then, he’s painfully concerned that he’s misreading things. He tries not to make it obvious, but he can’t help it sometimes. Satoru reaches out to pull you closer, he’ll text you something dumb just to see your reply, and he’ll call you at the end of the day just to hear your voice. Sometimes, he needs something more than that; voice thick with exhaustion, fingers tangled into your hair, he’ll whisper the words into your skin; I’m not misreading things, am I? You really love me?

Of course, you reply every time, how could I not?

[indelicateink]

“There’s a tenderness to their relationship,” he says of the couple, before admitting with a laugh that 80 years later, Louis still hasn’t entirely figured out what he wants. “You really see a level of comfort between [them] that, I think, in real relationships can be both a plus and can also lead to ambivalence or resentment…. I mean, Louis loves a bit of drama. He’s not averse to a problematic relationship.”

[—Jacob Anderson, TV Insider, 30 April 2024]

ilu ldpdl

[siscon-stsg]

(CW: incest, clingy big bro sugu, pussydrunk sugu, he's actually quite sweet in this one. nudes, risky sex cuz i mean gugu your fucking parents??? mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), hickeys, body worship, tender sex, mentions of unprotected sex but no i actually put a condom in this one!! wows miracle!!)

not a rq i'm sorry i'm just such a slut for BIGBRO!SUGU idk why this man has such a chokehold on me but it's fucking real guys. ~BLOSSOM

BIGBRO!SUGU who has a free weekend each month from jujutsu high, and he usually spends it at home with his parents and you.

BIGBRO!SUGU who's super clingy and needy during that weekend. the nudes and videos and audios you send each other are just not enough lil sis, and when he can get his hands on the real thing, fuck he's just lost.

BIGBRO!SUGU who makes out with you for what feels like a whole day. always finding little moments to pull you in by the hips, press you against the wall or the counter or his desk or the bathroom door. his lips on yours and his tongue twirling and twisting until you whine.

BIGBRO!SUGU who fingers your pussy, eats you out, sucks on your tits, nips your neck and tummy and ass and thighs, marking you up all over. he's so greedy and mean! but because he loves you so much, lil sis, he can't have enough!

“stop lookin' at me like that,” he'd mutter, kissing down your quivering thigh after you came for a second time from his tongue alone. “makes me wanna stay glued to this pussy 'll day...”

BIGBRO!SUGU who worships your entire fucking body because you deserve it, dammit, and he just missed his lil sis too much.

BIGBRO!SUGU who hugs you tight in missionary, grinding his hips down gently on yours, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected.

BIGBRO!SUGU who purrs while sucking tiny lovebites between your breasts. who is so pussy-drunk already, so needy, so fuzzy in the head that he mumbles: “can i fuck my pussy raw?” and giggles as you smack him playfully.

BIGBRO!SUGU who fucks you as much as he can in those two days. who would spend the entire weekend balls deep if he could. he just loves you, okay? and he can't stop!

BIGBRO!SUGU who fucks you in his bedroom, in your bedroom, while showering, on the living room couch, in the kitchen, in the backyard. he'll give you a nice massage later for your soreness from all that dick, don't you worry.

BIGBRO!SUGU who even wakes up to fuck you- no, sorry, “make love to you” super early the same day he needs to take the first train back to tokyo. holding your hands down, fingers intertwined with his much bigger ones, kissing you sloppy and struggling to be as quiet as possible.

“jus' one more... one more before i go, baby, gimme one more. will miss this pussy so bad...”

[brittscafe]

Hi! Maybe you consider writing some one-shot with Sukuna comforting fem reader while she has some decease? Not injury and not like she is having a flu, but some real decease. Doesn’t matter which one exactly. He is angry that he can’t help her and he is like extra soft and gentle with her 🥺 I know that it’s way out of his character, but domestic Sukuna is everything to me 🧎🏻‍♀️

Hiiiii <3 ofcccc, I live for soft Sukuna 😊 I hope you like this <3

Sukuna Ryomen could do anything he wanted to. He could murder a whole family, world domination, anything, you name it. But...the one thing he really wanted to do, but he just can't, is help you.

Ever since you've been diagnosed with your disease, you've been stuck in your bed all day and the days were you feel super good are rare. You thought Sukuna would leave you for sure, I mean, you couldn't really do anything. You were of no use to him, but Sukuna doesn't think that at all.

Once you told him the bad news, he was so anger and outraged, but he was also helpless and in a fit of sadness.

Helpless.

That's one thing Sukuna never thought he would be. He could do anything, but help you. No matter he badly he wanted to, no matter how bad his heart aches for you and the pain you're in everyday.

So, he spends every waking moment with you. Every night is spent with you, massaging your aching muscles and giving you soft, warm kisses. Always having his arms wrapped around you as you fall asleep in his loving arms.

He stays up for a while after you fall asleep, clenching his jaw and cursing the world for doing this to you. The love he carries for you in his heart is overflowing.

The mornings are always calm as you wake up in his arms. Sukuna is always awake before you and has a cup of tea or coffee for you. He helps you drink it and watches you carefully.

You roll your eyes at him and tell him you're not a baby who needs to be supervised. Sukuna chuckles and makes a sarcastic remark about you needing to be babied and how you are his baby.

Sukuna learns how to cook for you and he'll go run anywhere to get you anything you need. He takes care of you and lets you do anything you want.

He usually grimaces when you play with his hair or run your fingers through it, but now he smiles. He used to act so annoyed when you played with his hair, but deep down, he was always smiling.

Now he shows his smile, the one that no one else is allowed to see, but you. His words are affectionate and not harsh.

He runs hot baths for you and washes your body. His touches are so tender and slow, feeling your flesh under the pads of his fingers brings him such comfort.

Sometimes, he'll even get in the bath with you and wrap you up in his arms. You'll rest your back on his chest from behind, closing your eyes and relaxing in the moment.

Sukuna will cover your neck in wet kisses, whispering into your ear how much he loves you. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent.

He'll never show you how sad he is that he cannot help you nor how anger he is. He has to hide that for you, he doesn't want you to see that side of him.

He cannot express how much he wishes he was not helpless..

Ko-Fi link

[wistfulcynic]

just finished a full rewatch of OFMD season one, which i'd not done for a while, and am now deep in the shrimp emotions. Why is this show so good.

specifically i'm thinking about the beginning of 1x07 when Ed says he's thinking about leaving. On to the next adventure, etc. He says it so casually, like it's no thing at all, and it makes me wonder how that scenario might have played out.

There was a meta i read shortly after the season aired (sorry, can't remember who wrote it) which said basically the plan to leave is Ed's way of protecting himself. By that point Ed knows he's falling for Stede, they've had their almost-kiss in the moonlight, their tender bathtub moment. Ed knows, even if it's only subconsciously, that if he stays he'll just fall deeper and harder and that will leave him vulnerable in a way he's not quite ready for.

so i wonder what would've happened if he had left then. Not with Calico Jack in all the heat of fraught emotions but on his own terms before his feelings for Stede grew beyond his ability to control them. i wonder how he'd have coped with losing Stede then.

because at that point, he's got no real reason to think his feelings are reciprocated. Stede clearly likes him, says flat out that he's Ed's friend, but nothing he's said or done would lead Ed to believe it's anything more than that. And Ed, as we know, is convinced he's unlovable so of course in his mind Stede could never love him.

which means that if he'd left then he wouldn't actually have lost anything. Stede and the Revenge could be kept as a lovely memory of a brief good time in his life. He might pine a bit, maybe give himself the luxury now and then to think about what if, but i don't believe it would ever reach the point of painting cake toppers or even crying in a dressing gown. i think, honestly, that had he left then Ed would've been okay, or at least not significantly worse than he was before. Still bored, still wanting to get out of piracy, still feeling sad and lonely and unloved but at least he'd have the memory of his friend.

what eventually renders that scenario impossible--what makes him leaving on his own plausible while he could never truly have left with Calico Jack ("never left")--is that by the end of episode 7 Ed has started to have hope. He's started to think that maybe his feelings aren't one-sided. Maybe he can actually have Stede. Maybe he can actually be happy.

i've often thought (as ofc have others) that it wasn't the loss of Stede as such that brought on the kraken era. If OFMD had ended with a successful talent show and Ed and the crew deciding to be a sailing theatre troupe instead of pirates, even without Stede, Ed would've been okay. Broken hearts mend. What tipped Ed over the edge was the loss of his hope, and the better life he thought he'd found a way to have.

not quite sure where i'm going with this if i'm going anywhere, just... it's an interesting contrast and imo a quiet turning point that neatly underlines just how important this is happening really was.

[iovebarca]

Bathed in Love - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: why is economics so boring 🙄

WC: 800+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, fluff with a hint of smut.

summary: In the shower, thoughts of Pablo consume you. You recall your chance meeting and the growing bond between you. Pablo surprises you by joining, and a tender moment follows. Cuddled in bed afterward, you're grateful for your love. With Pablo, every day is an adventure.

send me requests!! ❤️

You step into the shower, the warm water cascading over your body, soothing your muscles after a long day. As you close your eyes, you can't shake off the smile that's been plastered on your face all day. Thoughts of Pablo flood your mind, his laughter echoing in your ears.

It all started when you bumped into him at the coffee shop down the street. A simple accident that turned into a serendipitous meeting. His eyes met yours, and in that moment, it felt like the world stood still. You struck up a conversation, and before you knew it, hours had passed like mere seconds.

Now, every moment without him feels incomplete. You find yourself humming tunes in the shower, melodies that remind you of him. The steam swirls around you as you recall the way his hand felt in yours, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears.

The water pounds against your skin, a rhythm that matches the beat of your heart. With each droplet that falls, you imagine it washing away your worries, leaving only space for thoughts of Pablo.

Lost in your daydreams, you don't hear the bathroom door creak open. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you close. You open your eyes to see Pablo's reflection in the foggy mirror, his smile mirroring your own.

"I couldn't resist joining you," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You turn around in his embrace, your laughter bubbling up like the steam around you. As you meet his gaze, something electric passes between you. Without a word, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss.

Time seems to stand still as you melt into each other, the world outside fading away into oblivion. The water from the shower continues to rain down around you, but all you can feel is the warmth of Pablo's embrace, the softness of his lips against yours.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, you're both grinning like teenagers who've just discovered love for the first time. And in that moment, as you stand there together, you realize the depth of your feelings for each other. It's a vulnerable moment, but also a shared realization that what you have is something truly special.

As you lean your head against Pablo's chest, you're reminded of the first time you met him. It was a rainy afternoon much like this one, and you were both seeking shelter in the cozy warmth of the coffee shop. He had bumped into you accidentally, spilling his drink in the process. But instead of getting upset, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation. That laughter had sparked something between you, a connection that felt inexplicable yet undeniably real.

Since that day, Pablo has become more than just a passing acquaintance; he's become your confidant, your partner-in-crime, your love. Together, you've shared countless moments of joy and laughter, as well as moments of vulnerability and doubt. But through it all, you've only grown closer, your bond strengthening with each passing day.

In the steam-filled bathroom, with Pablo by your side, you realize that love is not just a feeling—it's a promise, a promise to dance in the rain and sing in the shower, together, forever.

As you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, you know that no matter what challenges may come your way, as long as you have each other, you can weather any storm.

After the shower, you and Pablo retreat to the comfort of your bed, wrapped in each other's embrace. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light across the room as you snuggle closer, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You trace lazy circles on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Pablo's fingers weave through your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. In this moment, there are no words needed—just the simple act of being together is enough to fill your heart with contentment.

As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Pablo's arms, you know that tomorrow is a new day filled with endless possibilities. But for now, all you need is this moment, this feeling of being loved and cherished beyond measure.

And as you close your eyes, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, knowing that with Pablo by your side, every day is an adventure waiting to unfold.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have another request for a prompt, Adam runs across Cain in Hell and they start to reconnect. It would especially be interesting to see Carin’s reaction to Adam mentioning that he is dating Lucifer. I can see Cain getting mad not at his dad, but at Lucifer because he fears that Lucifer will break Adam’s heart again. He starts to warm up a little to the idea when he sees how happy his dad is and how Lucifer is being very loving to Adam.

It had taken Cain nearly a whole year before he warmed up to Lucifer dating his dad. He just wanted his dad to be happy and had been worried that the devil was using him.

"If you're just tricking my dad, I'll find a way to kill you." Had been his words to the King of Hell.

Lucifer wasn't scared, he found it endearing that Adams son loved him enough to threaten someone like him.

It wasn't until Cain saw them have the most tender moment did he realize what they had was real. Both Adam and Lucifer on the couch watching a movie snuggled up together all cozy, hot drinks on the coffee table and snacks. They shared a blanket, Adam had his head on Lucifer's shoulder as the King had a hand in Adam's hair playing with it mindlessly.

They looked so content and happy.

Cain gave them more room after that.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It had been a crazy dream. The craziest dream Sirius had ever had. But oh God! How good it had felt to be kissed like that, to be touched like that.

Sirius woke up sweating from head to toes, with blushy cheeks and a very hard member.

"Toujours Pur!" The voice of his Grandmother echoed in his brain. All the awful things she had said about people like that. "Filthy people like that deserved only hell"

"Cissy boy" His Grandfather used to groan when Sirius had his hair a bit too long. "They are going to think you're a girl with that hair. Or worse. One of those..."

"A bloody ponce, that one" Orion always said about Alphard all the time "Filthy mind, filthy man. Being too much with him is going to turn you into a faggot."

"Don't cry, Sirius. You're such a pussy" Bellatrix used to tease, making her friends laugh at Sirius. He had been a kid. "Are you ever going to please a girl? Uncle and Auntie would have to pay someone to be your wife. Nancy boy!"

What would they say now? Having such a dream with none other than his best friend.

It was common for teenage boys to fantasize. Sirius had heard many times how James had dreamt about Evans. Even teased him when he whispered things in his sleep. James talked about Evans' body a lot. And loved to stare when the girl wore a tight blouse or a short skirt.

And Peter had fantasies about many girls from his magazines. Even girls at Hogwarts he found hot. He kept posters of sexy birds in bikinis and stared at girls in P. E. all the time. The boys teased him for that.

Now, Remus... Sirius had never heard of Remus's fantasies. If he fantasized at all. Who did he think about? Was it boys or girls? Sirius hadn't even think about it. Remus was just Remus. Moony. Sirius’s friend. Sirius’s confident. So sweet and funny and tender.

Now out of nowhere, Remus had been in Sirius’s dream. And what a dream. Not like his best friend. Someone who made Sirius see stars. Someone who Sirius had desired and found absolutely sexy. Someone he wanted to do nasty things to.

He couldn't get that image of Remus's face with red cheeks, his lips wet in anticipation and that hair... Uff... Those curls were wild above his head. Sirius had wanted to pull it and ran his fingers through it.

Now the next morning all Sirius felt was shame. His mind had been playing a real trick with him.

Sirius had to admit he had imagined women in his mind. Usually just body parts he got from magazines. Never with an specific face, color of hair, color of eyes. No one real to fantasize about. Not even with his last girlfriend Julie, Sirius had dreamt of such filthy things.

So why did Remus... REMUS... had to appear like that?? Sirius was going insane.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Remus asked when Sirius made an excuse when he asked him to go for a cigarette.

"What?" Sirius was busy 'looking' for something on his bag. Only not to stare into those eyes.

"You've been weird all morning" Remus said "You've been avoiding me... Are you angry? Have I done something wrong?"

Sirius looked up only because he heard desperation in Remus's voice. He looked confused. And very cute with those pouty eyes.

"No, of course not" Sirius faked a smile "Sorry... Have a lot of things on my mind. I didn't sleep well last night".

Because I was dreaming about you, Moony.

His cheeks burnt only remembering it.

Sirius wondered how well Remus kissed. If he would feel the dry skin of those lips. If it would be soft to ran his fingers through that hair. If his skin was warm and if those hands could touch his skin in that way...

Fuck! What was wrong with Sirius? Was he blushing?

Faggot, faggot, faggot...

Sirius was only confused. Ever since what happened that summer. Everything with his Uncle. The confused thoughts. The confused feelings. Sirius was only probably going insane.

Sirius couldn't like Remus. Not only because he was a boy. But because they were best friends. Sirius didn't want to ruin what they had. They had found each other again just recently. Sirius didn't want to lose him.

And honestly speaking, Remus deserved better than whatever mess Sirius was.

Faggot, faggot, faggot... Coward!

"Sirius? Sirius!!" Remus snapped his fingers in front of his nose. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Sirius was an idiot.

"I asked if you were going to Biology with the others"

"You're not going?"

Remus tapped the cigarettes' pack.

"Popping out for one first. You said you didn't want to come"

Sirius was just confused. He had to drown whatever he was feeling. It had been just a dream. And dreams were crazy sometimes.

Sirius smiled "You know what? I think I'm gonna go with you. God knows I need a fag right now..." a pause "A cigarette, I mean!!" he added quickly feeling ashamed of what that could have meant.

Remus stared. If he found something odd with Sirius, he didn't say. Even though Sirius noticed the caramel tone of his eyes.

"Okay" Remus shrugged in amusement.

"Let's go" Sirius nodded.

As they went, Sirius thought it was alright. One time, he heard how Rick Stevens had a crazy dream about how McGonagall slashed him in the tush for being nauthy. "She even wore a spandex" he had said. The guy was teased for several weeks after that. He had even been called "cat whisperer" for a while by the Rugby Team.

Dreams were messy and weird all the time. Sirius was probably going to forget about it when he found a hot bird to fantasize about next.

Moony was special. He was very important for Sirius. So probably that part of his brain used him. But Sirius knew that Remus was always going to be his best friend. And that was it.

Sirius hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't kissed him or touched him. So he wasn't guilty of sin. And he would never be.

[jimraisedmeup]

TICK // 12.1 - never tear us apart

Rating: mature (angst, language)

Word Count: 1600

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Don't ask me What you know is true Don't have to tell you I love your precious heart

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February 14, 1984 - junior year

You weren't really sure what came over you when the words came out of your mouth.

Can I stay here tonight?

Maybe it was finally getting all your troubles off your chest. Maybe it was the warm, dry air coming out of the vents in the hallway. It made you feel like you were somewhere else - not the snowy, cold town of Hawkins, Indiana.

Maybe it was simply the comfort of Eddie's words. His legs brushed against yours with a tenderness that told you he would take your secrets to his grave.

You looked at him. This peculiar man, sitting across from you. But you didn't regret asking to stay the night.

Something in you snapped when Eulin called Eddie a failure. Who was he to judge a student he didn't really know? You were probably more of a failure than Eddie ever could be, but you didn't have any teachers harassing you in the hallways.

Maybe all you needed was your parents separation, for your dad to get the fuck off your back, and just a little bit of time. 

All of your life, you always noticed how time meant a lot to certain situations. Either it was good timing or bad timing. Circumstances that age like fine wine, or regress like a traumatized child. So what was this?

Your eyes flickered up to Eddie, who was still stumbling over his own words after you asked to stay the night.

"Uh - hmm… that's going to cause some… problems."

His hands were laced together, resting on his knee, knuckles almost white. Eddie's eyes were calm, though, so you took his tense hands as a sign of anxiety more than anything.

Trying to bring some of your confident sarcasm back, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"Problems for what? The inner lining of your boxers?"

You immediately regretted your crudeness as Eddie leaned his head back, letting out a quick burst of bitter laughter.

"Very funny, sunshine. But if you must know - much to your disappointment - my undergarments are none of your damn business," he paused. "What would the popular gang think of you spending the night with the freak of Hawkins High School? I can feel Nancy Wheeler blushing already."

His snarky comment threw you off guard for a moment, but he interrupted before you could think of a response.  

"Sorry, Buckley. I'm just a little confused. A couple months ago you could barely make eye contact with me in public. And now you want to stay here tonight?"

"When you say it like that, I feel like a real bitch."

Eddie threw his hands in the air. "Because you kind of were!"

Your jaw dropped for a second, but you knew he was right. You didn't need to drag him into your arms during such a stressful period in your life. Twice now, you lured him in and then disappeared. 

You pondered your next words before uttering them. 

"I've realized that life is too short to conform to what society, let alone my classmates, want me to be. And now, all I can do is stand here and tell you things will be different, Eddie."

"How do I know that for sure?" He looked conflicted. You worried that in turn for your own walls coming down, Eddie had built up some of his own in the last few months.

"Well, Munson, I don't go around spitting in teachers' faces for just anyone," you grumbled, looking away.

Eddie sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Your feathers ruffled. "Look, I know my track record is shit. But I'm here now. And I don't think I want to be anywhere else."

"Let's get you some pajamas, then."

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I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never tear us apart

We could live For a thousand years But if I hurt you I'd make wine from your tears

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And that's exactly what happened.

The brown-eyed boy stood above you and caved to your request for a sleepover. 

No funny business, I swear. 

What a vast difference from your life two months ago: you weren't even slightly worried about calling your father. After your mother moved away, Richard Buckley spent most of his time with Kate and was rarely home. Robin also reveled in her own newfound freedom and was considering getting a part-time job.

If the Buckley sisters didn't know any better, you think you’d fallen into an alternate dimension.

The Munson trailer was quiet besides the small television in the living room and the heat flowing through the vents. A stack of VHS tapes lingered nearby, ready for the two teenagers to pick a movie. Eddie explained that his uncle, Wayne, worked nights at the factory. You could change into pajamas in the bathroom.

Eddie threw you a Black Sabbath t-shirt and some shorts, worn out and soft to the touch. 

"For your modesty."

Looking at the large holes scattered about the shirt, you raised an eyebrow. 

"This shirt is supposed to represent modesty of all things? You're such a gentleman," you exclaimed, holding up the tattered fabric.

His large eyes glanced down at your chest for a moment before he shut the bathroom door behind him. 

But a gentleman he remained for the rest of the night.

Leaving it up to you to pick the movie, you were stuck between The Outsiders or Cujo. You flipped the Family Video tapes over in your hands with indecision. 

Eddie peered at you from the kitchen. "Turkey sandwich or Spaghettios? Not much of a choice, I know, but my uncle and I aren't really the cooking types."

"Spaghettios, please," you chirped as you pulled The Outsiders from its case. "You know, it's kind of funny that you brought up Harrington and his friends."

You noticed he hesitated heavily before responding. 

"...I didn't specifically bring up Harrington, but thanks for doing it for me. What about them?"

"Just saying, I don't care what any of them think. Haven't you seen the way Nancy and Jonathan Byers look at each other? No one in that group has room to talk."

All you could hear was the sound of dishes clinking together, the stirring of a spoon on the stove. From your stance in the living room, you couldn't see Eddie's expression.

Just as you were about to check on him, his voice sounded from the kitchen. 

"I'm not like Byers, you know. I'm definitely not like Steve, either. I like to think of myself as a whole new class of monster."

You smiled to yourself. "Well, whatever you are, I like it."

A few moments later, Eddie approached you as you were curled up on the couch, handing you a bowl. You weren't sure how you felt about seeing him outside of his normal attire. The black sweatpants he wore were hanging low on his hips, white socks standing out in the darkened living room.

He could have been a phantom, a vision sent to you in the form of a clumsy, strange man. Amongst all of the changes going on in your life, Eddie managed to become one of the only things to stay the same. Someone you could rely on.

"The bowl's hot, Buckley. Don't burn yourself on my watch."

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

You gave him a soft smile, enjoying the movie, enjoying the Spaghettios, enjoying Eddie Munson's company. You sunk yourself deeper into the couch, opposite from Eddie, and got lost in your own thoughts.

I could really get used to this.

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I told you That we could fly 'Cause we all have wings But some of us don't know why

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Eddie watched from the corner of his eye as you barely made it through the second movie, eventually falling asleep with your arm coiled beneath your head.

He checked his watch. Considering the eventful detention earlier that afternoon and the subsequent spillage of your guts in his hallway, Valentine's Day seemed to disappear in the haze of it all. 

As much as he wanted to kiss you, to love you, he knew that things as special as this took time and patience.

If the brown-eyed boy was being honest with himself, he wouldn't have changed a single thing about that day. Your trust in him was a priceless relic.

With as much coordination as he could muster, Eddie lifted you from the couch and carried you to his room. He tucked you under the blankets of his bed. Stirring a bit, you squinted at him.

"Are you coming to bed?"

"No, not yet. Get some sleep. I'll take you home in the morning before school."

Using the same gentle touch as when he carried you, the Munson boy grabbed his beloved guitar from its hook on the wall. 

He closed the bedroom door behind him and went back to the couch. Strumming lightly, the tune was somber.

A sense of restlessness was creeping up on him, like he was being hunted by a dark cloud that loomed in his future. It was almost suffocating. He continued to pluck at the guitar strings, trying to distract himself.

Eddie wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. Having feelings for someone gave them the power to break a person. And if he loved them enough, he would sacrifice himself for them in the face of danger. Fight or flight, Eddie?

But Eddie had never proved himself as being much of a hero. 

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I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never, ever tear us apart

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(song lyrics credit: "Never Tear Us Apart" by INXS)

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[matchbet-allofthetime]

Hi again! I melted over the Boone hcs—the way you write him is so good. Can I request your nsfw ramblings about Boone too? I just know his trigger finger could be put to good use…elsewhere 😩

VERY good use anon, you've read my mind 😉

Enjoy my excited horny rambling about Craig Boone below the cut ✨

Boone NSFW HCs:

-this man has a damn quick and steady trigger finger, and that extends to how he can fuck you with his fingers.

-he's a big boy by all accounts, and that gives him thick fingers, thick thighs and arms, and a thick dick.

-he can and WILL go commando, and that dick WILL be slung over the curve of his hip right where you can see it no matter what pants he wears

-he doesn't talk much unless you get him in a rare conversational mood at the best of times without fucking him. Despite that, he will absolutely mumble muffled praises and promises no matter how hard he's slamming his hips against your own

-definitely open for a poly relationship with you and a certain blonde doctor 👀

-casually constantly horny. Never stops.

-can and will keep going- like any other situation, puts both his endurance and strength to use

-puts that oral fixation and his habit of staying quieter to good use, because he WILL stuff his mouth with cock or cunt within moments of you telling him he can

-unnaturally long tongue, just a strange genetic trait. Serves him well when he pleasures partners

-dude will wilfully ignore arousal in lieu of his work but does get worked up if you tease enough to piss him off

-a touch possessive, mostly because he worries so much- leads often to him using a broad palm to press against your spine (or Arcade's, if he's also in on it all) to pin you down under him

-prefere giving over receiving, but if you do give, he certainly won't complain. It's one of few ways he gets vocal though, so be mindful

-takes as much as he gives. So if he ducks you hard, he expects you to fuck him harder right after

-silent touches and the holding of hands, even if he's rough

-only real exception to this is if he's pinned your hands or has both hands on your hips; he just loves being able to feel his partner(s) there with him

-king of aftercare tbh; despite growing up in the wastes, he's no less attentive of a partner. He is a sniper, after all, and he will notice every little wince or tightening of muscles even if you don't realize it.

-ultimately leads to him soothing kisses over soft bruising in the shapes of his fingers and teeth

-speaking of teeth, he likes to nibble! Not too hard, but he puts those sharp teefies to good use and thoroughly enjoys kissing into soft skin just to sink his teeth in a little bit.

-always makes sure to pay attention to all bites, bruises, and other aches and marks whenever it's said and done.

-regardless of gender, if he's fucking you from behind, spooning you to fuck you, or missionary- if his hand can support itself against your belly, it will 100% of the time unless he's preoccupied with something else

-likely stems from a need to protect that can and will get incredibly snippish toward those who aren't with him

-this man doesn't get jealous for the life of him, but he DOES get pissy when someone flirts with who he's with, primarily when they know he's with them

-leads to rough fucking just to be sure his partner(s) are marked fully. Followed quickly by tender, slow sex just so he can relax and worship

-he sounds he makes tend to be deeper grunts, and the sucking in of air in sharp, harsh intervals.

-but you can make him cry when it's tender enough, and you'll get soft whines and delightful noises of pleasure from him if you let him lose himself in it all

-switch, and can easily change that day to day. Most often a dominant bottom or a service top unless he's in a particular mood

-will happily get on his knees for a partner

-scrape your fingers through his buzzed hair- you can't pull it, hasn't been long in years, but it still riles him up

-bite at his wrist and kiss across his knuckles or kiss and suck little marks into his jaw and throat; that'll all have him worked up and anxious to bend you over just to see the arch of your spine

-the type of attentive to stuff a pillow under your hips but ignore the pain in his own knees

-prone to sub drops, so be very tender with him

-doesn't like admitting it for a long while, but he likes spanking to a lesser degree, and also has a thing for pain play

-it's NEVER enough to cause genuine damage, but he thinks reddened and swollen skin on a partner from the sheer size and weight of his hands is hotter than sin

-also likes sticking his fingers in a partner's mouth; the muffled sucking gets his brain hazy in the best way

-will put in HOURS when able just learning your body, learning what makes you tick and what has you teetering over the edge faster

-as per my much more sfw post, I expressed that I think he has nipple piercings. I think he'd have gotten them early into the NCR, likely as a dare or whatever, then found he liked them and never took them out

-I ALSO think he's the type of cheeky to have a Prince Albert. It's a hassle in the wasteland at times, but then, what isn't?

-shove a cock down his throat until he's sobbing with pleasure; he doesn't have a gag reflex and any choking that occurs is either by your hands, his own, or him struggling to breathe through tears of want

-likewise, he will choke someone lightly. It's mostly just his hand resting against a partner's throat and giving reassuring squeezes, but it makes him feel like he's protecting them in a way

-ride his thighs, PLEASE ride those thick ass thighs! He is not a small man by any means, and if you suck hickies into his throat and scratch at the tattoos on his broad back while rolling your hips against his thigh, hoooo boy, he will fucking ruin you

-is down for quickies when out and about in the wastes, but generally holds off unless he's angry, teased too long, or until you're back in a safe place (typically the Lucky 38, or if everyone else is gone for the time being, the Old Mormon Fort)

-is cheekiest when taking it up the ass, I don't make the rules. Can be a bit of a cocky tease, if not a downright soft brat

-ask him to keep the beret on and he'll cum in his pants in seconds.

-this dude fucks nasty AND sweet. Ends up with some curious but enjoyable experiences

-hates orgasm denial, but adores overstimulation every time

-he's patient but orgasm denial leaves him feeling more pissed off than eager

-but he'd like to be a shaking mess- or make his partner into one- or both! So make sure to use it

-will try to toy with partners under tables. He doesn't give a fuck, he will have a hand on your thigh and will stroke you then and there

[time-woods]

breaks can be nice

[mincedpeaches]

Commission I got at tfcon Orlando from Sara Pitre-Durocher of another IDW styled Heatwave ❤️

[khickuwa]

let him be soft, and let him be mine.

[dollypopup]

I think it's interesting to look at the 'Mr. Bridgerton' scene as a backdrop for the eventual mirror scene. Firstly, in the fact that I think we've kind of misinterpreted it.

So many people are of the mind that scene's purpose to 'drag' Colin, but really, that scene has 3 primary functions. The first is to inform Colin that Penelope is aware of what he said of her, thus opening the door to clearing the air between them and providing an avenue for which Colin can apologize. The second is to establish the ground that they are currently on: Penelope has given up on the dream of Colin Bridgerton, in particular the perfect prince that can do no wrong, and has made it clear to him. It also creates distance between them that they will bridge.

But the third, and to me the most wrapped up in the mirror and the inner workings of their relationship is that it reveals how Penelope feels about *herself*. It's not necessarily an echo of what the ton considers her as, after all, we have a lot of evidence indicating that, for all intents and purpose, people aren't *unkind* about her, but rather that they ignore her. Audience members recognize this as Penelope's own shyness being the cause, she is often sitting off on the sidelines or not really talking to much of anyone, in the books she's referred to as the 'one who doesn't speak', and her LW business takes her away from being a character in the action of the ton to a bystander, kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts that perpetuates itself. Pen felt unseen so she became LW to have some power, but then LW herself must remain unseen and Penelope continues to be by design of her own making.

No, I think what it really reveals is that Penelope has incredibly low personal self esteem. We as a fandom has lauded that scene as her dragging Colin, saying that he's cruel and calling him Mr. Bridgerton is absolutely meant to create distance between them, but I don't think she's dragging him.

Because the person she is *actually* dragging here. . .is herself. And it is a general theme in her life. In Whistledown. Aloud. Even with Marina, when she complimented her, she assumes that she's lying. When Edwina says she's wearing a pretty dress, Penelope puts herself down and doesn't believe her, even when the compliment is genuine. In truth, Portia is not seen as being particularly unkind to Penelope. At least, speaking as someone who's mum was *awful* about my size and weight and outfits, Portia is. . .overall rather mild. She's not KIND and loving, not by a long shot, but she's also not targeting Penelope only. She's plenty mean and critical to Prudence, too, even to the point where she foists her off to her own cousin as a pawn piece. Penelope has low self esteem because of a lot of reasons, she's bullied by Cressida (I think a lot of girls are, she was pretty mean even to Daphne in S1) and her family isn't very tender to her, and she's not being pursued at every turn, but part of it is also her own perpetuation.

Listen to what she says "Of course you would never court me" "I embarrass you" "I am the laughingstock of the the ton". She sees *herself* as an embarrassment. She puts *herself* down. Arguably, more so than the ton does. She's meaner to herself than anyone else is, aside from Cressida. And honestly? Looking at Colin's face there. . .he is HURT that she considers herself this way. That she's projecting that onto him. Yes, he's hurt that he hurt her, of course he is, he never wants to hurt her. And yes, he's ashamed that he said he wouldn't court her the way he did and that in doing so, he validated her fears that she is unloved and unwanted, but also because. . .she already feels that way about herself. She's felt that way for years. And it's painful to care about someone, to see them as wonderful, and realize. . .they don't feel the same about themselves at all. I don't think Colin is out here feeling so wounded over the fact that she called him cruel and won't refer to him by first name anymore, but that he's most hurt by what she says about herself.

Because he *doesn't* see her the way she accuses. She says she never expected him of all people to be so cruel, but he feels the same way. He never expected her to be so cruel to *herself*. He wants to go somewhere private, not because she is an embarrassment, but because he wants to have a private conversation with her. Maybe assure her. Maybe explain himself. Maybe hash it out. But god Luke Newton's acting. . .he is *aching* for her. And it feels like he's going to do those lessons not in atonement for what he said (thank god) but to genuinely help his friend who thinks badly of herself. To lift her up. It's not about him at all, not about earning forgiveness, but about elevating Penelope. And that's. . .fuck, I just find that's just so heart stoppingly beautiful.

You can see, in that scene, how much he cares about her. How deeply and genuinely he adores her as a person. And just how painful it is for him to know he has validated, whether on purpose or otherwise, how poorly she feels about herself. How low her self-confidence really is. She is giving him a glimpse into the cracks of her heart, and when he sees them, he wants to reach out with both hands and make it feel better. Make her feel better.

After she says 'even when I change my entire wardrobe', he looks so fucking crushed. So 'don't say that'. So 'you really believe that?'. So 'God, I hate that you think that way'.

Because regardless of it all, he does love her. It's not romantic yet. It's not sexual yet. But he genuinely, truly, from the bottom of his heart, thinks she's wonderful. That was evident even in the 'purpose' scene. Every time Penelope opens up and reveals a facet of herself, he likes it. He likes her barbs and her dreams, he likes talking to her. He likes her. And he feels awful that he hurt her. And he feels awful that she's hurting herself. He loves her. He wants her to love herself.

And that's where the mirror scene comes in. Because the mirror scene isn't about sex, not really. Not entirely, at least. The mirror scene is about *intimacy*. The mirror scene is about being seen. Not just her seeing him, or him seeing her, but for Penelope to see *herself*. In a way, through his eyes. Because hers are biased rather negatively toward herself, which is evidenced in the 'Goodnight Mr. Bridgerton' scene, and in so many little moments we've already gotten where she's literally looking down on herself, feeling down. She doesn't necessarily *like* what's in the mirror, but he does. Because he likes *her*. And he wants to show her that he does. Show her that he finds her beautiful and have her recognize that in herself.

The 'Goodnight Mr. Bridgerton' scene is about Penelope revealing how she sees herself. The mirror scene is about Colin showing her how *he* sees her. The Goodnight scene is about Penelope thinking she means nothing to him, that he thinks of her the way she thinks of herself, that this is how everyone thinks of her, and the mirror scene is a direct response to that: No, he doesn't. No, he doesn't think she's embarrassing. No, he doesn't think she's a laughingstock. No, he doesn't think she's unappealing. And he doesn't think she should, either.

And he's going to show her that. Not just tell her, but show her. The mirror scene is so often a focus on Penelope, so much of Polin is in Penelope's focus, but approaching it from Colin's perspective and his motivations is so fulfilling, too. It's a glimpse into them in conversation, and a demonstrate of how Colin loves her. How Colin loves in general, openly and earnestly and altruistically. How he encourages her to be braver and more confident in herself, bolstering her because he just likes her *that much*. How he finds the most fulfillment and satisfaction in caring aloud. The mirror scene is a demonstration of his heart in reflection.

When Luke Newton said the first word that came to mind with the word 'Mirror' was 'Exposed', he doesn't just mean physically. He means emotionally, too.

God this couple is so fucking good.

[hawkinsunderground]

pretty minor but in the new bts, from the angle of all their hands, it looks like Mike and Will are across from each other. Great angle if you want to do a shot where Mike and Will catch each other's eyes, exchanging glances and the camera lingering on it to show that there's a more intimate understanding between the two. Maybe with a little smile at each other before the moment fully breaks??? As a treat?